Hope

I feel a connection with hopeful people. - Daniel Yun, My Paper

The part that touched my heart.

"While I am writing this article, relatives of passengers on the missing plane, MH370, were told of its fate after 17 days.

The media said, at last, there was "closure for those living on hope", although many questions remained. In the past weeks, seeing images of loved ones waiting in hotels, I pondered over this thing called hope.

We all know of a time when hope is the only thing we can hold on to. Some people refuse to hope because it means risking huge disappointment and, hence, immense pain.

Some people stay hopeful despite themselves, going with the flow of their emotions. And then there are some people who consciously choose to believe, to wish and to hope.

What do you think of these people? Have they lost touch with reality? Or are they the personification of what hope really is? A mindful determination, a resolve and courage to ask for something against the odds. Having faith.

A clinical professor of orthopaedic surgery wrote in Time magazine how his cancer patient, with barely any unaffected brain left, woke up to say goodbye to his wife and 3 kids for 5 minutes. What woke this patient was simply his mind, forcing its way through a broken brain, a father's final act to comfort his family.

The mind is a uniquely personal domain of thoughts, dreams and countless other things, like will, faith and hope. These fine things are as real as rocks and water but weightless and invisible.

Material science shies from these things. An article in The New York Times told of a patient with metastatic cancer who was in constant and extreme pain. Her daughter's wedding was arranged in the intensive care unit so that she could be a part of it.

For the entire day of the wedding, nurses and doctors were amazed that she did not need any pain medication. After the wedding, her life was prolonged.

I am not sure if hopeful people are born or made. But I love them. I seek them out. To be with them.

Because they are behind the magnificence of the world we live in. Because being hopeful is being brave. To have hope is to be strong. It is more than being positive, or being optimistic.

Most times, it is something bigger than oneself, extending beyond personal wants and needs, involving the interests and well-being of loved ones, or a bigger cause.

Every time I see someone hoping when others have given up hope, hoping in the face of hopelessness, I feel a connection.

I understand. Not fully. But I know how it must have feel. It can be lonely. With a tint of despair.

p.s. It has been confirmed. But I know you will get well soon. Real soon.

你呀

总是如此贴心。别以为我没长眼睛 (:

嗨～ 我呀？ 恩在心里口难开。

雨還是不停地落下

從日落到日出時針走過一個圈
沿途找尋曾經遇見分針的地點
開心大笑那個早晨被藏在哪邊
獨自徘徊的那些深夜　輾轉難眠

跟著你的影子走在長長的路上
領著你的陽光總是走得好前面
我們一起經過花開花謝的季節
就算打雷也不曾退卻　一路向前
可是雨天常把一切　變得不那麼簡單
我的時間淋了雨水　也已經無從計算

雨還是不停地落下　沖散了擁擠的世界
可是沒有人離別　因為相信會有晴天的出現
陪你曬乾回憶一起面對

雨還是不停地落下　淹沒了瘋狂的諾言
可是我沒有走遠　你知道我一直等在雨裡面
陪你一起度過下雨的時間

從日落到日出時間轉動了世界
也許原地不動也許我們又往前
光陰中的天色變換終於都體會
快或慢的錯覺都珍貴　片刻永遠

我一直沒有走遠
天再黑我還是等在雨裡面
陪你一起度過下雨的時間